I once thought I could stay young by exercising regularly, eating mindfully and challenging my brain everyday. It’s what I’ve heard and seen other people do, which made me decide to do the same.
And it works — for the most part.
Last night, I couldn’t sleep.
I tried to, but no matter how many freaking sheeps I counted or how slow I tried to breathe, I couldn’t get myself to fall asleep. The Hong Kong milk tea I had drank earlier (which surprisingly has the same amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee does) that evening was a lot stronger than I had anticipated.
So what did I do?
I’ve been called ‘stupid’ for about a decade — for making trivial mistakes, for being a disappointment, for asking for help — by someone who once cared about me.
And the unimaginable part is, I tried to take it all in. I convinced myself that being told so was a good thing because if anything, it’d be a lesson to not make the same mistake again.
It’s been months since I’ve worked out at the gym.
And despite the sweat dripping down my cheeks and my muscles aching, I’m happy because I’m finally working out again.
